Jesse Stone’s cruiser pulled up to the stop sign on Paradise Road, preparing to make a right turn onto Country Club Way.
A warm fall breeze blew gently through the cruiser’s open windows. The red and yellow leaves of the elms and maples fluttered haphazardly in the wind. Jesse raised his face to the early-morning sun.
He noticed the car on his left, a late-model Audi A5 coupe, come to a complete stop beside him.
When the driver looked in his direction, Jesse nodded to him.
The Audi pulled away and proceeded through the intersection.
A Mercedes sedan barreled through the stop sign and broadsided the Audi. The Mercedes was doing at least fifty in a twenty-five-mile-per-hour zone.
The Audi collapsed into itself. The impact punched it off the road and into a ditch, where it bounced precariously a couple of times before sliding to an upright stop.
The alarm systems on both cars began to shriek. Front and side air bags deployed in a vicious rush of compressed air, pinning both drivers to their seats.
The Mercedes was driven by a young female. Jesse had seen her looking down as she ran the stop sign. She must have been texting.
He grabbed his cell phone and called the station.
Molly Crane answered.
“I’ve got a bad one at the corner of Paradise and Country Club. Send the entire sideshow. Ambulance. CSI unit. Hazmat team. Also Suitcase.”
“I’m on it, Jesse.”
“Oh, and call Carter Hansen, will you? Tell him I’ll be late.”
Jesse switched on the flashing light bar on top of his cruiser and inched closer to the accident. He stopped in front of the Audi, got out, and walked over to it.
The driver had been immobilized by the deployed air bags. He was sandwiched tightly between his seat and the bag.
He was middle- aged and overweight, wearing a navy blue sport jacket, a button-down white dress shirt, and a gray-and-pink polka-dot bow tie. A chevron-style mustache concealed his upper lip. He was unconscious.
Jesse called out to him.
“Can you hear me, sir?”
There was no response.
Jesse pulled open the door. He reached inside, disabled the alarm system, and used his Leatherman to deflate the air bags. The man slumped back in his seat. Blood seeped from his nose.
Jesse checked for a pulse.
At least the guy was alive.
Jesse turned and stepped over to the Mercedes.
The teenage driver had also been pinned by the air bags. She wore a uniform bearing the insignia of one of Paradise’s best private schools. Unlike the other driver, she was awake and alert.
“Are you hurt,” Jesse said.
“I don’t think so,” she said.
“Just get me out of this fucking car,” she said.
Jesse looked at her. Satisfied that she wasn’t injured, he circled the Mercedes, checking for damage. Despite the intensity of the crash, the car was relatively intact. He opened the passenger-side door and spotted the item he was looking for.
He walked back to the cruiser, retrieved an evidence bag, then returned to the Mercedes. Slipping a rubber glove on his right hand, he reached beneath the still-inflated air bag and grabbed the iPhone from the car floor.
“What are you doing,” the girl said. “Why aren’t you getting me out of here?”
Copyright © 2012 by the Estate of Robert B. Parker
Michael Brandman, who collaborated with Robert B. Parker for years on the Jesse Stone TV movies and many other projects, continues the police chief’s exploits in his second Jesse Stone novel, Robert B. Parker’s Fool Me Twice.
There’s Tinseltown-style trouble in Paradise (Massachusetts, that is) when a Hollywood film crew invades the idyllic town to do some location shooting. Instead of admiring the spectacular fall foliage, the town’s residents are gawking at movie stars—especially the glamorous Marisol Hinton.
Marisol has more on her mind than learning her lines and looking fabulous in her close-ups. Her marriage has collapsed, and she’s terrified that her ex-husband’s jealousy will turn to violence. Her fears seem to be confirmed when she receives a death threat on set, so Jesse Stone and the Paradise Police Department are called in to protect her.
Jesse’s attention is diverted, however, when he witnesses a deadly automobile accident. The teenage girl who caused the devastating collision is wealthy and well-connected, and Jesse will have to take on the D.A. and a slew of selectmen if he’s to uphold the law. And then, inevitably, things get worse.…
Hardcover Book : 304 pages
Publisher: Putnam Pub Group/Mbr Of Penguin Put ( September 11, 2012 )
Item #: 13-626900
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.65inches
Product Weight: 11.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I have enjoyed everyone of the Jessie stone novels and the movies
Reviewer: mary h
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I could see Tom Selleck saying the words in the book. I liked the characters and their interactions. Good plot. Good read...I missed the dog also..
Reviewer: Janice B
IF YOU LIKE THE FAST PACE OF DIALOG OF ROBERT PARKER, THIS JESSE STONE WILL NOT DISSAPOINT. BRANDMAN IS DOING A GREAT JOB OF BRING JESSE STONE TO LIFE. MISSED THE DOG BUT LOVE THE CAT, TOO.
Reviewer: Sharon S
A quick enjoyable read. Very pleased with Brandman's writing. Could clearly see Selleck throughout the read. Just don't see
Jesse Stone as a cat person.
Reviewer: David S
Mr Brandman definitely has Mr Parker's style down pat. Jesse Stone a believeable character good dialogue kept me interested.